My eyes searched the large, multi level room. Three things struck me at once. In all of the beautiful, arched doorways, there were no doors except the one which locked us in. Those black half-globes with video cameras were in every room on the ceiling. And there were no windows. To my right was a kitchenette area, the counter laden with fruits and rolls. Perla sat at a round table with a breakfast plate in front of her. She was stark naked. A quick glance at her boobs told me they were not real—too high and firm for their size, but she wore them well with perfect posture. I wondered how old she was. Maybe late twenties.
Perla gave me a warm smile. “Buenos díaz.”
I was about to answer her when she said, “That mean ‘good morning.’”
Crap, I’d almost forgotten I wasn’t supposed to understand Spanish. My heart sped as I dropped my eyes and nodded. I needed to be more careful.
“Um, good morning…buenos díaz.”
Josef took my elbow and steered me left to an archway leading into a communal bathroom with multicolored stone walls. Two commodes and four shower heads lined the walls. All out in the open. My insides began to shake. Josef hadn’t been joking or exaggerating.
Moving forward through a larger stone archway and down two steps was a long room lined with five comfortable looking floor shifts. We would all be sleeping on the floor. Josef led me down to the second to last one.
“This es yours. Mine es next to you.” He pointed to the last one by the wall. I gave a small nod.
“Where are the others?” I asked.
“Es early still. They finish with the patrons.”
My hands began to shake.
“Did they…stay the night with them?” I asked.
“Sometime we stay. Sometime we give wake-up call. But no always.”
Ew. I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to stay the night with strange men or go to them in the mornings.
“Es no so bad,” he whispered, seeming as easy-going as always.
For a moment I tried to imagine him having sex with a man, then a woman, and I felt myself blush. I cleared my throat.
“Time for breakfast y then shower,” he said.
On our way to the kitchenette I saw the entry to a large, walk-in closet full of clothes and shoes. A lot of black and red. Beside the closet door was a long vanity area—a counter with appliances for hair, manicure sets, and mirrors.
I sat in the kitchen area with Josef and Perla, but only picked at my food, not wanting to put too much more in my body. Plus, it was strange and distracting sitting across the table from Perla’s boobs. I kept glancing at Josef, whose eyes would casually drop to her chest now and then, but for the most part he seemed accustomed to the sight, and it certainly didn’t hinder his appetite.
Afterward they led me into the showers. Perla turned one on for me, then herself, and climbed under the water, motioning me to do the same. My heart beat harder. Josef began to strip next to me, kicking his clothes toward the wall. Then he came up to me, naked, and grabbed the bottom of my dress, lifting it up. I gasped and considered backing away, but what was the use? I let him pull it over my head and toss it to the wall with his clothes. He smiled at me, nonchalant, and gave me a once over. I crossed my arms over my chest and pressed my legs together, but he didn’t try to stare. He went to his shower head, so I went to mine.
I felt awkward and stiff showering in front of two other people, though they didn’t care at all. Just washed themselves and paid no attention to me. I washed my hair and peeked glances at Perla’s perfect body. Thin and sculpted. No cellulite in sight. I wondered if they made her workout. Or if constant sex was her workout.
I shivered under the hot water. I felt chubby next to her. I was shorter, so every pound I gained or lost showed. I’d put on ten pounds since high school. Compared to Perla my body was soft and untoned. Trying not too look at her anymore, I turned toward Josef, who had his eyes closed and his face upturned to the water, his hands running back over his long, dark hair.
And, yes. I couldn’t help myself…I looked down. He was long. In his unaroused state, he was almost as long as my ex-boyfriend got when he was hard. Maybe it was my imagination, but Josef seemed to be growing at that moment. I looked up and caught his dark eyes watching me with a half-grin.
“He come awake if you look at him.”
Perla laughed next to us, shaking her head as she shut off the water. My face was burning hot. I stuck my head under the water to rinse, embarrassed beyond belief.
We dried off with the fluffy towels, and while they hung theirs up and opted to walk naked, I wrapped mine tightly around myself.
Low feminine voices sounded from the entrance to our rooms and a door shut. Two women stood in the archway to the bathroom and stared at me. I stared back. They were as different as can be—one a tall, stunning European looking woman with a brunette bob and icy blue eyes, the other a petite Asian girl with silky black hair that went down to her waist. The taller woman wore fishnet stockings, knee-high black stiletto boots, and a tight, black leather dress which spilled massive amounts of natural cleavage. Very dominatrix.
The tiny girl was in a purple mini skirt and a black lace bra. She looked like she’d had implants like Perla because they were too gigantic for her small frame.